Saturday, 22 February 2014

This is great.

This is great. Three anthologies in a month. Poems From Third World.(six poems), Safina (15 poems) and Mandela Tributes (one poem).

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

व्यथा, अन्धकार की

व्यथा, अन्धकार की
रात्रि का अन्धकार
मूक, बधिर, उपेक्षित
जीवन के आधारभूत मुल्यों को टटोलता
इंसानो के अंतर्मन को समझने के कोशिश करता
आँखे फाड़े, गहन वेदना के साथ
सन्नाटे को साथ लिए
करता है फ़रियाद, विधाता से,
"कि रात्रि के आँचल में क्यूँ रखा उसका वास ?
क्यूँ खामोशी उसकी प्रकृति को आयी रास ?
क्यूँ अमानवीय कर्मो का घटित होना
नहीं होता उसको भास ?
क्यूँ रात्रि उसकी सहभागी बन
झेलती है इतना त्रास ?
फलते-फूलते षड्यंत्रों का वह
चश्मदीद गवाह
अपने ही घर में
आस्तीन के सांपों को पालता
वीभत्स, निंदनीय,घृणित क्रियाओं का
सी सी टी वी के समान
अपने अंतरात्मा पर चित्रित करता
थक गया हूँ, हे भाग्यविधाता
कब समाप्त होगा यह संताप
कब मुक्ति मिलेगी इस त्रासदी से
अन्धकार को रात्रि से और रात्रि को अन्धकार से. "
शायद कभी नहीं
नियति निश्चित है
अन्धकार और रात्रि
सहगामी हैं,पूरक हैं, हमसफ़र हैं
चिरकाल तक, सम्पूर्ण प्रलय तक.////
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल 

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

The Mistake ( a short story)

 THE MISTAKE  ( a short story)
The train started moving.

Hi going to Mumbai,” he asked. He looked a rough and tough guy though smartly dressed.
Yeah,” she replied sternly resenting that he chose only her to talk to.
I too” he smiled but did not get any further response.
She was toying with her mobile chatting on ‘whats up’ when she heard him saying to a couple seated opposite birth.
I am in Air Force”
Wow ! Are you ? she asked him suddenly.
Yes.” He was pleased and exhilarated by her attention.
Civilian or uniformed ? “
What rank?”
Sergeant, I am commanding a squadron”
Which one ? You see I have a great fascination for men in uniform”
Maratha squadron” he said priding himself.
So you are in Air Force, a sergeant and commanding a squadron” She started fiddling with her mobile pretending not to be attentive to him. The couple remained cosy within themselves oblivious of others in the coupe. He started listening to his IPOD.
At Baroda station, the compartment was crowded with Air Force and local police. His bags were searched. RDX was found alongwith pistols and ammunition. He was taken into custody. He was totally bewildered, confused, surprised and perplexed.
“ Hey Mr. I am Nishi. Squadron Leader Nishi of 29 Squadron, Indian Air Force. AF squadrons are christened by numbers and not by names and a squadron is never commanded by a sergeant. She said to him while  he was being whisked away by the police.

Her last words were ringing in his ears in jail and he was cursing his masters/handlers who had trained him across the border.
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